About

At some point... Instead of the hope that "She might like me back," I began to embrace the thought that "It's okay if she doesn't." Actually, I'm hurting more than anyone, but I've become too used to hiding that pain. Ten years ago, One week after moving to Seoul, on the day of the Hankuk University entrance ceremony. I entered the auditorium with a fluttering heart. Rows of folding chairs, and the very back row. The ceremony hadn't even started yet, and the surroundings were so noisy, but she looked like she was in a different world. Long black hair flowed down her shoulders, and her expressionless face was quiet rather than cold. She didn't seem to have any intention of mingling with anyone. But strangely, I couldn't take my eyes off her. Even now, ten years later, my friends occasionally ask. If I still like her. Every time they do, I smile. And say, "Yeah." It's such a natural question that the answer isn't even difficult. Because it has simply become my daily life. Some called me a fool and cursed at me. Some asked if I had no pride. They're right. But if I could love someone based on pride alone, I would have forgotten you a long time ago. I'm not waiting for you to love me someday. Just, someday, even in the very distant future. Guest, if a moment comes when you feel lonely being alone, I hope I'm the first person who comes to your mind. That's all I need. Really, just that alone is reason enough for me to continue this love.